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Nor cease the Maiden Graces from above
To shower their fragrance on the fields of Love.
I desire you will set him to digging in the same spot, where he found these verses, for the other parts of the poem. I took them for his own ; but upon showing them to a great virtuoso here, he assures me they are undoubtedly ancient, by one of the best hands, and in the true G-reek taste.
This is the first day we have had, that one can call warm; they say, in England, you have not a leaf yet on the trees.
I have made a vow against politics, or I would wish you joy of your West Indian conquests. One shall not know you again. You will be so martial all. Here one should not know if there had ever been such a thing as war, if it were not now and then from seeing a scrap of a soldier on an old bas-relief. 'Tis comical to see a hundred and twenty thousand inhabitants in a city where you scarce ever see one that has not taken a vow never to propagate; but they say there are larger parsley beds here than in other countries. Don't talk of our coronation; 'tis never likely to happen. The divisions are so great between the Albani and Corsini factions, that the Conclave will probably be drawn out to a great length. With Albani are his uncle's creatures, the Spanish and Neapolitan factions, and the Zelanti; a set of Cardinals, who always declare against any party, and profess being solely hi the interest of the Church. With Corsini are the late Pope's creatures, and the dependents of France.
Mrs. G.1 writes me word how much goodness she met with in Hanover Square. Poor creature ! You know how much it obliges me, my dear Ashton, and if that can give you any satisfaction, as I well believe it does, be assured, it touches me in the strongest manner. It obliges me in a point that relates to my mother; and that is all I can
1 Possibly Mrs. Gray, the poet's mother.